[Super Junior] walls, R, vague smut, KiHae
Dec. 7th, 2009 09:26 pmIn summary, it went something like this:
coyotecolored: Moar Kibum pics!
meiface: I'm staring at these pics of smiling Kibum and being reminded that, goddamn, this boy is really attractive.
hoyah: Fic it!
meiface: Shit...
meiface: laksdhg no plot just want kihae making out T_T
In conclusion: I'm very sorry for this sucking as badly as it does.
walls
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, R, 600 words
Donghae breaks down Kibum's walls without even trying.
"You should hear the earful Heechul wants to give you about smoking," Donghae tells Kibum, propping his head on Kibum's shoulder.
"He's not my mother." Kibum shifts back on the bed and allows Donghae to squeeze closer, between his legs. He gasps when a cold hand slides under his baggy sweater, a light touch against his bare stomach. "I'm an adult. I can do whatever I want."
Donghae noses against Kibum's cheek and makes an agreeing sound.
"Why are you so cold, hyung?" Kibum shivers as Donghae's hand travels, still feather light, across his abdomen. A finger circles his navel, the edge of a nail drawing sparks in Kibum's body. He hooks a foot around Donghae's calf and drags him closer. Donghae's laughter puffs silently, warm, against his neck.
"It's cold outside, Kibummie," he murmurs, and dips his finger teasingly under the waistband of Kibum's pants.
It's been too long, and Kibum's body heats too fast under Donghae's touch. One thing he's enjoyed recently is that people treat him as an adult, as someone capable of making his own decisions in life. So he drinks. So he smokes. No one cares. No one pulls rank on him, or bosses him around, or crowds his space the way that is inevitable in a thirteen-member boy band. When Kibum's acting, he's his own person, and people respect that. He's not second youngest of too many, and he hasn't been made to feel like he doesn't know what to do in a long time.
Donghae reduces him to that easily. It's always like this, and Kibum's gasping, head thrown back on the pillow and his eyes squeezed shut as Donghae palms him through his boxers. It's so easy for Donghae to undo him and Kibum kind of hates it, as his hips jerk helplessly and his pulse thrums against Donghae's warm lips.
Donghae's hard against his thigh, wedged in tight and hot. His teeth against Kibum's throat coaxes a long groan, and Donghae's chuckling when he soothes the scrape with his tongue.
Kibum kind of hates this, except that he doesn't. His hair is coming loose from the tie, tangling everywhere: across his face, sticking to his neck, spread out on the pillow. Donghae spits some out of his mouth and laughs as he rocks his hips again, tightens his grip on Kibum's cock, and Kibum hates him a little more.
When Donghae finally kisses him, tongue thrusting deep into his mouth, Kibum shudders and comes hard into Donghae's fist.
He kisses back as well as he can, pride demanding that he reduce Donghae to an equivalent shuddering mess. Donghae is shameless though, sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lips, moaning and happy and easy. Kibum can't win, because Donghae doesn't mind losing control, Kibum's name on his lips as he comes.
Kibum lies back, panting and sticky. He pushes his hair out of his eyes.
"You taste like cigarettes," Donghae says after a moment. He mouth is red and swollen, his expression thoughtful as he runs his tongue over his lips. "And soju. Were you drinking last night too?"
Kibum doesn't answer him. He's an adult. He can do whatever he wants: he can film a movie, be treated like an individual, make the decision to drink and smoke and talk late into the night with his coworkers.
And, yet, Donghae can undo it all without even trying. His hand is warm now on Kibum's bared hip and Kibum looks at him and can't stop wanting him, even if he knocks down every wall Kibum is trying to build up.
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Started/Finished: 2009.12.07
Notes: I REALLY JUST WANTED AN EXCUSE TO POST THE PICS AND FANGIRL THEM OKAY?
(8:44:13 PM) meiface: i hate when people smoke. T__T but it's also kind of hot. T___T theoretically.
(8:44:20 PM) meiface: not really irl.
Fucking Kibum.
In conclusion: I'm very sorry for this sucking as badly as it does.
walls
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, R, 600 words
Donghae breaks down Kibum's walls without even trying.
"You should hear the earful Heechul wants to give you about smoking," Donghae tells Kibum, propping his head on Kibum's shoulder.
"He's not my mother." Kibum shifts back on the bed and allows Donghae to squeeze closer, between his legs. He gasps when a cold hand slides under his baggy sweater, a light touch against his bare stomach. "I'm an adult. I can do whatever I want."
Donghae noses against Kibum's cheek and makes an agreeing sound.
"Why are you so cold, hyung?" Kibum shivers as Donghae's hand travels, still feather light, across his abdomen. A finger circles his navel, the edge of a nail drawing sparks in Kibum's body. He hooks a foot around Donghae's calf and drags him closer. Donghae's laughter puffs silently, warm, against his neck.
"It's cold outside, Kibummie," he murmurs, and dips his finger teasingly under the waistband of Kibum's pants.
It's been too long, and Kibum's body heats too fast under Donghae's touch. One thing he's enjoyed recently is that people treat him as an adult, as someone capable of making his own decisions in life. So he drinks. So he smokes. No one cares. No one pulls rank on him, or bosses him around, or crowds his space the way that is inevitable in a thirteen-member boy band. When Kibum's acting, he's his own person, and people respect that. He's not second youngest of too many, and he hasn't been made to feel like he doesn't know what to do in a long time.
Donghae reduces him to that easily. It's always like this, and Kibum's gasping, head thrown back on the pillow and his eyes squeezed shut as Donghae palms him through his boxers. It's so easy for Donghae to undo him and Kibum kind of hates it, as his hips jerk helplessly and his pulse thrums against Donghae's warm lips.
Donghae's hard against his thigh, wedged in tight and hot. His teeth against Kibum's throat coaxes a long groan, and Donghae's chuckling when he soothes the scrape with his tongue.
Kibum kind of hates this, except that he doesn't. His hair is coming loose from the tie, tangling everywhere: across his face, sticking to his neck, spread out on the pillow. Donghae spits some out of his mouth and laughs as he rocks his hips again, tightens his grip on Kibum's cock, and Kibum hates him a little more.
When Donghae finally kisses him, tongue thrusting deep into his mouth, Kibum shudders and comes hard into Donghae's fist.
He kisses back as well as he can, pride demanding that he reduce Donghae to an equivalent shuddering mess. Donghae is shameless though, sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lips, moaning and happy and easy. Kibum can't win, because Donghae doesn't mind losing control, Kibum's name on his lips as he comes.
Kibum lies back, panting and sticky. He pushes his hair out of his eyes.
"You taste like cigarettes," Donghae says after a moment. He mouth is red and swollen, his expression thoughtful as he runs his tongue over his lips. "And soju. Were you drinking last night too?"
Kibum doesn't answer him. He's an adult. He can do whatever he wants: he can film a movie, be treated like an individual, make the decision to drink and smoke and talk late into the night with his coworkers.
And, yet, Donghae can undo it all without even trying. His hand is warm now on Kibum's bared hip and Kibum looks at him and can't stop wanting him, even if he knocks down every wall Kibum is trying to build up.
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Started/Finished: 2009.12.07
Notes: I REALLY JUST WANTED AN EXCUSE TO POST THE PICS AND FANGIRL THEM OKAY?
(8:44:13 PM) meiface: i hate when people smoke. T__T but it's also kind of hot. T___T theoretically.
(8:44:20 PM) meiface: not really irl.
Fucking Kibum.